Vulgar Hands

Jason Walsh
Folksinger; Humdinger.
Find my music at jasonwalsh.ca

jr-bullslife:

Instant justicce

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Slowly drifting off to sleep. Slightly buzzed by a glass of that whiskey I bought. That stuff is good. Last day of class tomorrow thankfully. ZzZzZzzzzzzzzZzz

Hugs and kisses, tumblr. May tomorrow be better than today was for all of us.

bad-motivator:

tysonelder:

Water Liars - “Backbone”

Thanks for the heads up Tracy. 

Yum.

specterofcommunism:

oweeeeendennis:

Listen to the sound of wikipedia

This is a way to listen to changes to wikipedia. You are literally listening to knowledge being added to the world.

Pluck sounds are an addition, strings are subtractions, and the pitch says how how big the edit is. My heart shudders at this I love it so much.

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weloveshortvideos:

Random crow shows up on dude’s porch, looks him straight in the face and says ‘fuck you’

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"everything I like is either expensive, illegal or won’t text me back"

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Already there.

Already there.

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Flight of the Conchords - The Most Beautiful Girl (In The Room)

I dim the lights down very low, here we go
You’re so beautiful (beautiful)
You could be a waitress
You’re so beautiful (beautiful)
You could be an air hostess in the 60s
You’re so beautiful-ul-ul…
You could be a part…time…model

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Demon Woman - Flight of the Conchords

Demon woman
You cut puppies’ toes off
Pull an animal’s nose off
How’d you magic my clothes off?

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coffeeandanovel:

unclefather:

what’s better than this? guy’s being men’s. 


French, or something.

coffeeandanovel:

unclefather:

what’s better than this? guy’s being men’s. 

French, or something.

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"

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin’
I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

"

— Bob Dylan, Mr. Tambourine Man.

bazaardvark:

smttn:

equivoque:

neekcreep:

this is incredible. 

gutted

same

FEELS

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